Loneliness

Let me drink the poison of loneliness,

let me stay inside the burning fireplace,

I'm taking the rays of sunshine to smile back,

I'm freezing in the morgue, no one is there to find out my lost soul.

The self-diversity is getting a better form of thickness from my last lost smile,

it depends on the ratio of happiness and the saddest moments in which I was going through.

The inner circle of material science it's forming the form of time and selfishness of the people out there whom I call my own mistake.

Yes, that was the mistake cuz I bring them inside me and make them my priority, they are neither my friends nor even my foe.

We're all walking into the same railway track, we've lost the dignity and the addictiveness towards our faith in ourselves.

The paging, marking, and inking all are working together for filling up the blankness desperately by using the ink from veins, it's all written in red.

The world doesn't belong to me anymore, we all are the slave of time.

We all are the slave of the intrigued created rules made by this freaking society which is just a regular nightmare for me.

We all are on the same railway track.